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Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
Bpov
The water in the sink turns the dark color of night as the temporary chemicals are extracted from my hair. It is then when I look at myself, and even if it is only a reflection I am shocked each day. I can never get over the paleness of skin, the fullness of my lips, or the red ring that forever covers my eyes when I feed. My hair is brown again, and as I stare at it I wonder if for once I'll let it stay this way, "Probably not." I say out loud. The silkiness of my voice almost startles me, and almost instantly I can hear his voice in my head.
"If you run Bella, I'll find you. I'll make you love me again."
It's as if everyday I find myself having this internal battle. If I let him let him find me, I'll have the urge to rip his fucking head off, but if he finds me I could be reunited with him; the love of my life. I still remember the feel of his lips, fingers, his scent, but I can never forget what he took from me. A brother I can never have back.
"Where are you, Edward?" I count off the number of places I've breezed through in the last 3 years and I wonder what's the last place he would look. Walking towards the bedside table I pull out a map. There are different locations circled, and I start to mentally check them off; Canada, Portland, Oregon, Alaska. Where should I go next. This step is critical. "I need to pick a place that he wouldn't guess." The instinct of the predator in me causes me to remember him.
He grabs me and pulls me against him His touch is gentle and filled with so much love.
"I'll make this right; we can start over. Go wherever you want to go. Maybe, we can start over in college. You can be whatever you want to be love; Dartmouth is perfect in the winter.
New Hampshire in the winter. Looking at the calendar I remember that I've been over six months since I've left this location. "Too long." I whisper to myself, "It's been too long." I close my eyes and stick my head out the window. I smell the sun that is threatening to come out within the next 48 hours; I desperately try to find any linger of him, but I don't feel his presence. I do however have a nagging feeling that he's headed this way.
Quickly I fly around the small space and pack up the little belongings that I need. I am lazy this time when covering my scent, but I know that when I leave this room there will be no trace of my trail. I look towards the open window and I remember the forgotten vase of white roses. Picking up an almost wilted flower I kiss the petals, "Too bad, Eddie; I actually thought of you today."
There is no feeling in my chest as I think of the love we wasted, nor is there regret as I leave a broken trail that Edward will never be able to follow. A wise man once told me that blood is thicker than water; so to honor his memory I let that water spill. I remember when James left me, almost as silently as he left this world. I guess I did inherit something from you brother, because of you I have the power to disappear. I always knew we were opposites, but who knew the "master tracker" could awaken the untraceable.
"Good buy Humboldt County," I whisper to the freshly wet earth, before I move in the direction of the airport.
I don't remember much about my human life, but I do remember certain key points. I remember the last time I saw my parents faces. I remember my first kiss. I remember the stab of guilt when I denied James what he always wanted, to protect me, and I vividly remember his head being ripped from his body. I guess there's no need to say it, and no, this feeling of numbness isn't bitterness; it's vengeance.
"Isabella where are you going?"
"Out Edward, God! I'm a fucking adult, the least you can give me is some god damn space."
"Alice told me," he starts, but the words fall flat on his lips.
"Alice told you what?" I question.
"She saw you leaving; you're going to try to leave me. You hate me; I can see it in your eyes, but I can make it right again Bella. Trust me."
"Trust you, Edward? Trust you, like I trusted you to have mercy on James." my voice cracks a little at the mention of him.
"Just let me in, Bella. Let me know what your thinking."
The thought of grabbing his hand and extending my shield is enticing. I would make him see; make him see how I longed to love him over this past year. I wanted him to feel it in every kiss, touch, look, and the passion of our sex, but I also wanted to see my brother. My thoughts turned to anger.
"Not in a million fucking years, Cullen." the words are like acid on my tongue, and I know that if I were human again I'd be red with anger, with tears streaming down my face. I run about the house in a flurry of madness, grabbing everything I've secretly hidden for this moment. When I get back to the living room of our small cottage he stands in the same spot. His eyes stab daggers into me, and I give him a taste of what he wants. My lips touch his, and I allow my shield to extend only that far. I imagine making love to him, letting him trust me, and then burning him. Just like James went, I think, head first.
I turn the handle to the front door, and he speaks, "If you run, Bella; I'll find you. I'll make you love me again." The bag of money I've acquired slaps my hip as I climb into his Volvo.
"I'll leave the car someone you can find it. Too bad I won't be with it!" I scream back.
"You are my life, Bella." he says as he's said many times before, "now, forever, and always.
"I'd like a one way ticket to New Hampshire."
"Of course Miss?"
"Luck." I tell her, again I've pulled a new identity, I needed something different.
"luck, that's an unusual name." she looks back at computer screen and at the keyboard and for a moment my mouth waters at the sight of her slightly beating pulse point. "that'll be 234 dollars."
Her voice pulls me out of my trance, and I take in an unneeded breath. In a couple of minutes you won't have to worry about her scent, Bella, resist. I hand her 3 hundred dollar bills, before she makes the reservation, and in minutes I'm quickly walking towards the terminal. When I'm on the plane it's then that I close my eyes against my aviator glasses that hide the red ring around my eyes, and I reminisce.. Today I remember what it feels like to be in love; I see Edward's face in my mind, and as always I start off with a kiss. It's only when I'm off the ground I can think of a simpler time. A time with no worries.
Before the pain, before we even knew it, we were in love. A love more vibrant than the rays of the sun.
Hmmmmmm. Vengeance is a dangerous feeling, but how far will Bella go?
R&R. tell me your thought, ideas, and feelings.
-SincerlyChelly
